Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.